Her ambition was a crown

She wore faith like gown

Her powerful stride

Shifted the earth like a tide

Her beauty was mesmerising

As the sun when it is rising

Her confidence radiating

Like rays permeating.

No mountain stood taller.

Woman, is what they called her.

But some, a grinding stone

For her grace, she was known

But like a rose in the desert

She was bound for discomfort

The world stripped her of her power

For it was no place for a flower